The Masked Marksman #2: Death's Understudy (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9781618277848)

Meet Ed Race who made his trade as a vaudeville gun-juggler supreme, known on stage as "The Masked Marksman" and for handling six loaded .45s to the delight of the crowds. But when this line of work became too tedious, Race took advantage of his multi-state P.I. licenses to solve crimes across the country. This collection includes his next seven stories:

• Juggler's Holiday: Ed Race, gun-juggler supreme, liked to help his friends out of tight places. But when that gun-active Samaritanism led him between the raking crossfires of both gangsters and police, Ed knew there was only one thing to do: blast his way out in a double gamble with death!
• Death's Curtain-Call: Ed Race, who juggled guns for both business and pleasure, wanted to do a favor for a pretty girl friend... But a crooked poker game and a murder plot nearly made Death step forward to take Ed's final bow...!
• Cue for a Gunman: Ed Race, six-gun magician, realized that a fast horse, a crooked bookie, and a quarter million dollars-mixed together-meant big-time trouble... But Slingel's mob didn't know Ed could juggle hot dough just as well as hot revolvers...!
• Murder Backstage: Ed Race didn't like bandits-even the nervous and beautiful girl targeting him with an automatic... But when he understood the set-up, he barged head first into a six-gun ambush to help her out!
• Death's Understudy: Ed Race couldn't say, "No!" when a friend bid for his aid-even when it meant chancing a suit of hot tar and feathers... and a grim threat of more, and deadlier, hell to come!
• Action Off Stage: Ed Race wasn't looking for a fight, but a pretty girl's lie and a crooked sheriff's stubbornness shoved it right into his lap. And good-natured as he was, Ed figured it was time to quit joking when the hillbillies rallied for a necktie party!
• Prologue to Death: It gave Ed Race a queasy feeling when his Broadway pals treated him like a leper... And it took a bloody tommy-gun lesson to teach him that one determined enemy, hidden in a host of friends, can put a man on a cold morgue slab.